#SotM

[youcouldmakealife]

SOTM: Bryce/Jared, Elaine; Man of the Hour (Day, Week, Month, Year)

For the prompt: One of the articles Bryce mentions. "…like, a profile thing? How it was growing up gay in hockey, that kind of thing… A chance to establish myself as like, I am now,” Bryce says. “Kind of like — not set the record straight, exactly, but like, show I’ve matured and stuff. "

It’s the definition of a typical Vancouver day, drizzly and overcast, when I meet Bryce Marcus. He likely needs no introduction, but I will introduce him anyway: the star centre for the Vancouver Canucks who went from being the enemy while playing for the arch-rival Calgary Flames to becoming possibly the most beloved man in the city: certainly if you you asked the fans streaming out of Rogers Arena after watching the Canucks win the Cup for the third time, or the hundreds of thousands of lining Burrard to cheer on their Canucks at the Stanley Cup Parade on a beautiful sunny day this June.

The weather is anything but glamourous today, however, and at the Marcus Matheson household, the surroundings aren’t either.

Jared Matheson, husband and teammate of Bryce, apologizes as I step over a box in their hallway. “We’re kind of in the middle of a move right now.”

They’re trading their two-bedroom condo for something ‘a little more permanent’. Both have decided that wherever their NHL careers may take them, Vancouver is going to remain home, and they’ve just closed on a house nearby.

“Bryce is weirdly excited about getting to mow the lawn,” Jared tells me as we wait for Bryce to finish getting ready. In light of the hyper-competitive Vancouver real estate market it’s entirely understandable to be excited about lawncare — it means you have a lawn to care for — but one wouldn’t have expected that to extend even to Vancouver’s sports stars.

When Bryce emerges, five minutes after my arrival, he announces himself by swearing as he trips over a box of his own, and then apologising, both for his language and his tardiness.

“He was doing his hair,” Jared says.

“I was not,” Bryce scowls, but doesn’t offer an alternative explanation.

After a quick tour of their condo, which is currently half in boxes, Bryce and I hop into his Audi S8 — naturally courtesy Capilano Audi, whose ads featuring him are inescapable during Canucks games. We drive to Richmond so he can show me his old haunts: elementary, middle, and high school — though he finished high school in Washington while playing for the Spokane Chiefs — his home rink, the Dairy Queen his mother took him after hockey games. He’s a capable, if slightly aggressive driver. I mention this because from the dire warning I received from Jared on the way out the door I genuinely believed I might not survive the drive.

Bryce finally pulls into the driveway of an unassuming but cheerful house on a quiet suburban street. The morning drizzle has faded, and the weather is now just as bright and warm as his childhood home, and the mother who raised him there. Already waiting for us on the porch, his mother Elaine Marcus offers me a glass of lemonade. “Store bought, I’m afraid,” she says with a smile. “I’m not much of homemaker.”

Over lemonade and cookies — “Also store bought,” Elaine admits, “but this bakery is very good!”, and she’s right about that — she shows me an array of childhood and teenage photos while Bryce complains to his mother that she’s ‘embarrassing’ him.

The photos are more inspiring than embarrassing: photo after photo of a beaming little boy in an equally small Canucks jersey, proudly brandishing a plastic mini-stick (Canucks branded, of course). A true example of someone who grew up to live his childhood dream.

Sadly, as he gets a older the smile disappears, as does the man beaming in the background of so many of those happy photos. His father, Ben Marcus, was killed by an impaired driver at the age of 32. It devastated Elaine and Bryce, who was only four at the time.

“It was hard,” Elaine says. “He didn’t understand. I didn’t understand, when it came down to it. It was a hard time. He wanted to play hockey all the time, it was the only thing he wanted. He was really only happy on the ice.”

“I just wanted him to be happy,” she says, smiling tearfully, and as Bryce wraps a protective arm around his mother's shoulders, I offer to give them a moment.

“It was a long time ago,” Elaine says in dismissal, wiping her eyes. “It’s just hard sometimes. Ben loved hockey, loved watching the Canucks with Bryce — he’d have been so proud to see Bryce lift the Cup for them. I am too, of course, but it was always Ben and Bryce’s thing. He would have been so proud.”

I do give them a moment then, and when I return, my lemonade has been refilled and both are all smiles once again, though Bryce's doesn't last. He cringes as we go through photos of his teen years. There’s a sullen look on his face in every picture.

And what was Bryce like as a teenager?

"I'll let him answer that," Elaine says diplomatically.

“I don’t really know,” Bryce says, looking thoughtful. “Angry, I guess. I was an angry kid. And confused.”

About his sexuality?

“Everything was confusing,” Bryce says. “But yeah, definitely that too.”

“Bryce cared so much,” Elaine says. “About everything. He still does. The world’s hardest on the people who care most about it.”

Like so many hockey players who’ve come out since Dan Riley and Marc Lapointe did in 2010, he credits their coming out as a major influence on his journey of coming to terms with his identity as both a gay man and a pro hockey player.

“You don’t really put it together,” Bryce says. He turned sixteen the summer the Leafs won the Stanley Cup, and Riley and Lapointe subsequently came out. “Like, okay, sure, you can be gay and play hockey. Except nobody thought that. I didn’t think that. If you said that, maybe I’d say okay, but I didn’t believe it.”

How, then, did he reconcile being gay and playing hockey?

“That's the thing,” Bryce says. “I didn’t, you know? I was playing hockey, so obviously I wasn’t, right? Because if I was gay, then I wouldn’t be playing, would I?”

“It sounds so ridiculous saying it now,” he reflects. “But that’s what I thought. And I wasn’t the only one.”

But even more than Riley and Lapointe blazing a trail before him, he credits meeting his husband Jared at a hockey skills camp in Calgary. In the year before he met Jared, then twenty year old Bryce was arrested twice, for assault and DWI: the latter in particular shook his mother, considering how his father died.

"I was worried about him," she says. "That's probably an understatement."

“I don’t know where I’d be if I hadn't met Jared,” Bryce says. “I genuinely don’t. I don’t think I’d be out. I know I wouldn’t be happy. You know, everyone says it isn’t like in the movies. Falling in love, I mean. That love at first sight and all that is b******t. But that’s pretty much what it was for me.”

Was it mutual?

Bryce laughs. “You’d have to ask Jared, he tells it better than me,” he says. “But no, not really. I wasn't good enough for him. I'm still not good enough for him, but I try to be."

Another warning I’d received from his husband before my tour around town? That Bryce was an incurable romantic. This warning certainly seems more warranted than the one about Bryce’s driving.

And what does Bryce think about Jared’s warning, and his additional suggestion to take anything Bryce said about him with a healthy grain of salt?

“[Jared]’s just modest,” Bryce says.

“He lights up when Jared’s around,” Elaine says. “It’s just like when he was a little boy — every time he stepped onto the ice, he beamed. It’s the same thing with Jared. He’s so happy. It’s so wonderful to see him like that.”

And how was it, not only getting to play with his husband, but to raise the Stanley Cup together?

“It’s a dream come true,” Bryce says. “Really. I know that’s such a cliche, but so is love at first sight, right? And the hometown boy winning it all for his childhood team. They’re all cliches. But they’re my life.”

“I know just how lucky I am,” Bryce says. “Winning with Jared, with this team — it’s been such a whirlwind of a year.”

I tell him to enjoy it.

“I do,” he says, smiling so widely I have no doubt he’s telling the truth. “I really, really do.”

#SOTM #fic snippet #bryce marcus #jared matheson #elaine marcus

[charseraph]

A spoof on aliens-on-a-spaceship.

Here, a tower raised in space.

There, the crown it was raised alongside. Since towers are named after their hub location, and There is not rooted in place, Here named them relative to itself.

Cook, a scientist boxkite.

Strength of Ten Men, an onboard AI and Cook’s partner.

Tom, a human electrician and mentor to Lindsay.

Lindsay, a young trumpet attending via virtual reality.

Crowns do not have wet scleras. The ‘white’ of their eyes are cuticles just as susceptible to pigmentation as the rest of their skin, and surround a dark rectangular pupil covered by a hardy cornea.

A baby tower is the size of a 2-liter bottle.

#speculative biology #my art #towers #crowns #boxkites #trumpets #uss comfort #sophont ai #Here #There #Cook #SOTM #Tom #Lindsay

[angelofthepage]

Bendy: Secrets of the Machine Comes out on April 14th, 2024

And according to the Steam page, that's 4 days away (as of the time of this post). We don't know what hour it's coming out on this coming Sunday, but regardless, a lot of people are really excited for it! And with a new Bendy release comes my PSA on spoilers.

Please tag your spoilers.

Or, if you plan on not tagging your spoilers, please give your followers a head up so they can self curate as needed. I don't need to say this for my sake, but because I know it might help someone else: there is absolutely no shame in unfollowing someone temporarily or permanently if they are posting things you don't want to see. They don't even have to be 'problematic', you can say to yourself "I don't vibe with this" or "I don't want to see this right now" and leave. There's often the option to come back later if you change your mind! I will not be offended if you decide to step away from any of my accounts because of how I engage with fandom, I'd much rather you make your fandom experience fun and healthy for you.

This is a good time to go mute/block tags related to this game if you want to go into it blind/impression-less like I am. As per usual, look to the tags of this post to see what I'll be using to keep my spoilers contained. My personal policy regarding this game? Please do not send me asks or messages about it. I want to go in completely blind and experience it for myself, and I don't want anyone else's impressions or opinions until I have gotten through it and had time to process. When I am ready to talk about it, I will tell you very clearly. If you spoil me on any part of this game, you will be blocked.

I hope you all have a great time with Secrets of the Machine! Can't wait to discuss when we're all ready to come together afterwards.

#bendy spoilers #bendy secrets of the machine #bendy secrets of the machine spoilers #bendy sotm #bendy sotm spoilers #sotm #sotm spoilers #secrets of the machine #secrets of the machine spoilers #been talking with a friend about potentially streaming this game the day after it comes out #I make no promises given I have no idea how my computer is going to run it especially with streaming #but this is especially why I want no spoilers or impressions this time #not that I need an extra reason to not want to be spoiled #but there is one this time around #thanks for understanding

[reanimationstation]

hiiii so ive drawn this (and more) over the past week because i'm simply obsessed with her and this game. i love it. featuring my headcanon that Sammy's the silhouette in the psychologist's office and ergo her guardian after her parents die. and also featuring my baby boy the bendy mascot

#victors art #riley wells #sammy lawrence #archie carter #bendy secrets of the machine #bendy sotm #bendy mascot #bendy and the ink machine #bendy and the dark revival #batim #batdr #sotm

[mamawasatesttube]

straight on 'til morning, chapter 9

M | 102k | kon-centric, hurt/comfort | ch 9/9

Kon hasn’t been a kid in a long time - he’s not stuck at sixteen anymore, and he hasn’t been for years; he’s twenty-three and living his best life. But the past has funny ways of coming back to haunt everyone when they least expect it, and there’s no predicting the storm on the horizon for him…

{ from the beginning }

“Have you seen my black—oh. There they are.”

Tim grabs a pair of jeans off the back of his desk chair, examines them with a critical eye, and apparently dubs them good enough, tossing them onto the pile at the foot of his bed. Kon watches, fond and amused, as he trots back into his closet.

“How much more d’you need to pack? It’s just one long weekend!”

“Yeah, I know!” Tim’s voice drifts back from the closet. “I just wanna find this one sweater—you know, the cream-colored cable-knit one, it’s cozy as hell—and then I just have to fold all of it and cram it in a suitcase.”

“Okay,” Kon laughs, going back to the laptop on his thighs for a moment before he looks up again. “D’you want me to start folding ‘em?”

“Nah, I got it.” Tim emerges with his cozy cream sweater and a look of triumph. “You finish up your… what’re you working on again, anyway?”

{ chapter nine }

#timkon #tim #kon #jon #cassie #cissie #core four #rimi writes #HOKAY FELLAS HERE WE ARE #THATS A WRAP ! #sotm

[aritany]

WIP INTRO - [STRAIGHT ON TIL MORNING]

genre |  MG queer horror fantasy retelling

status | drafting

synopsis |

the darling family is not alright.

john darling’s just been bitten by a shadow. to make matters worse, when a strange boy turns up at his window to retrieve the shadow and takes john back with him, john realizes all of his sister dee’s old stories about peter pan and neverland are true. as he explores the wonders of the island and the endless mysteries of peter, john begins to realize that not all is as it seems, and there’s something wrong with one of the lost boys.

already barely coping with her constant recurring nightmares, dee darling does her best to support her closest friend dom tsang with the disappearance of of his younger brother, vincent.  as john starts to act strange and her nightmares start drifting into her waking hours, dee realizes she has to confront her greatest fear: her nightmares might be real, and she might have to dive back in.

mickey darling sees dead people. with the missing boy vincent following him, and his family starting to fall apart, mickey might as well follow a strange boy out into the night…

with the very existence of neverland at risk, john, dee, and mickey must choose where their allegiances lie, figure out who to trust, and determine who—and what—is real.

characters |

john darling | 14, he/him

wendy “dee” darling | 16, she/her

peter pan | ??, he/him

michael “mickey” darling | 8, he/him

vincent tsang | 15, he/they

aesthetics | shadows curling between fingers, aquamarine water, wind on your skin, a sharp whiff of rot, dread in your bones, dense green jungle, the moment of buoyancy before a fall

excerpt |

“You’ve got it,” the boy said. “The shadow. I need it back.”

“Why?” 

“It’s mine,” the boy said, a bit louder. 

John held a finger to his lips. “He might wake up.” 

The boy shook his head, barely casting a second glance at Mickey’s sleeping form. “He won’t.” 

A shiver went up John’s spine.

themes | adventure, friends-to-strangers-to-lovers, found family but also like real family can i get a hell yeah for sibling rights

warnings | body horror, psychological abuse, mental illness

PLAYLIST | EXCERPTS | ART

(ask to be added to the taglist!)

#wip intro #writeblr #writing community #sotm

[blurryisme]

(Bendy SOTM Spoilers)

The new Bendy game showed off a new character, but did not show her face, so I got bored and made my own design for Riley (the new character...obviously)

#artwork #digital art #sotm #bendy secrets of the machine #bendy fan art #bendy fandom #batim bendy #bendy the dancing demon

[therealfelicia]

The "two coins" meme, but it's about podcasts where two hosts tell you stories from works of media that doesn't exist, be they movies continuing the Dark Universe franchise (after Universal gave up on it) or imaginary comic books based on a real card game.

(and both got me really invested in their characters)

#letters page #are you afraid of the dark universe #sentinels of the multiverse #sotm #dark universe #the dark universe

[reckless-elsecaller]

I'm relatively sure none of my followers are Sentinels of the Multiverse Fans, so I'd like to challenge you to a little game

Which of these two mega edgelords is the demon, and which one is the human?

Got your ideas? How about another image for each:

Whoever guesses which is which first earns validation. And yes, one of these is a human.

#sentinels of the multiverse #sotm #darkstrife #painstake

[faithfromanewperspective]

I feel like there are two almost opposite takes on the sermon on the mount in Christian influenced progressive spaces: one in which it’s used as proof of the hypocrisy of their oppressors, and another where it’s used as a form of oppression to police thoughts and perpetrate a purity culture that leaves no aspect of your life alone.

and to that I have to say: if you’re using the sermon on the mount as anything but a ‘hey stop being so self righteous that you think you’re above other people morally and you get to judge them and base your social standing on it’ you’re being extremely unrealistic about the capability of any human to live a life of kindness and respect for others. if you had someone imply that following all the principles of the sermon on the mount is possible, achievable and something to aim for, I’m sorry. Do yourself a favour and don’t listen to anything that person says; in fact turn the sermon on the mount back on them to see their hypocrisy, and realise, none of this has any power over you.

the sermon on the mount was given early in the gospels before Jesus spends 10+ chapters telling the religious leaders of the time not to be so up themselves and think they’ve got it right and have the right to exclude others from a closeness to God because of it. and constantly showing them up by displaying the love people they thought of as sinners and outcasts could have for God. it was given to the Jews in AD 30, at which point if you were listening to it you were likely in one of two camps*: 1) someone who knew you’d fucked up and was constantly reminded of that in society and oh it was liberating to hear that you’re no worse than those people who think they’re better than everyone else or 2) someone who based their entire identity around Not Fucking Up and Being Godly and would probably built their rules around what is possible for me is good and I do random extreme things to please God like washing my hands 10000 times but I bend the rules about helping the poor to the bare minimum because I can’t deal with the idea that I might not be The Best and is in power so everyone else has to be judged against their rules—who Jesus is trying to be like ‘actually your rules are dumb look at all the stuff you missed, you don’t actually care about the heart of what pleasing God is about’

*there would be people there who felt shame for other things like being childless was a big one for women and unfortunately this is hard to neatly put in a category as this would be likely perceived as ‘I fucked up and God is punishing me’ but these people actually did nothing wrong explicitly and we really do need to talk about how the things we consider ‘sin’ don’t really apply to oppressed people groups at least not in the same way

and so if we take it into our lives today with any other message than ‘destigmatise sin and don’t ever expect yourself to do everything perfectly and so as a result you can be kind to someone you see sinning as you are to yourself’ (which when applied with the rest of the gospels is actually you don’t have to worry about fucking up and not being perfect Right Now or Ever because God knows how you work and Jesus took care of it in case you need any more proof he wants you to forgive yourself for whatever you feel ashamed for, instead focus on to the best of your ability showing this same attitude to the people around you especially if they don’t believe they’re worthy of that), if you do anything else with this passage than use it to call out those who think they are morally superior and comfort those who feel shamed and outcast, you are going to hurt people. It’s a powerful passage! And unfortunately it’s been used to isolate people with intrusive thoughts or anyone who gets horny or people with trauma backgrounds who can’t just ‘forgive’ and maybe don’t think they’ll be free while their abuser is alive. Unfortunately people it’s meant to call out have not been called out by it and people it’s meant to comfort have been called out instead.

and I know yeah, we all have our own takes on it. but I’m sorry, if you truly think it’s possible to follow all its rules to the EXTREME way it paints it you take it literally you are so naive and please go check your privilege and stfu. and idk how else there is to take it?? symbolically? even if you do that you know it’s calling out the oppressors right? because of their religious hypocrisy?? I hope that’s obvious because we have a lot of religious hypocrites going around trying to shame people for their intrusive thoughts and trauma and mental illnesses and sexuality while trying to pretend ??? they aren’t in the same boat I guess?? and there’s no sweeter and also often more effective thing to do sometimes than turn their own standards against them. you are allowed to do that if someone is hurting someone else btw!!! and if you don’t think people are getting hurt by it. also please check your privilege

#sermon on the mount #sotm #christianity #punk christianity #progressive christianity

[gyorslab]

First time drawing DarkWatch since 2018! 2015 and 2018 drawings of the team under the cut :3

#sentinels of the multiverse #art #sotm #DarkWatch #Mr fixer #setback #harpy #expatriette #nightmist

[youcouldmakealife]

SOTM: Vinny/Tony, Fourniers; one-trick pony

For the prompt: Dying for a Vinny/Anton update!

Thomas never had time for hobbies, not really. As a child, maybe, but the first time he volunteered to play goalie in house league he knew that was what he wanted to do.

He doesn't mean in a ‘with his life’ sort of way, though it was that too. More like every time he wasn’t actually on the ice, in the net, he thinking about it, practicing skills for it, working on his reflexes, his flexibility. Doing a hundred jumping jacks a day after a teammate’s older sibling told him it’d make him taller. He kept it up even after his coach told him that wasn’t how height worked, just in case he was wrong. Anything to get better.

It’s not that Thomas slacked on the rest of his life or anything — when he was at school he was at school, and when he was with friends, he was with friends, though he did make Meg shoot on him more than he probably should have, and when he was camping with his dad, he was in the wilderness.

But he never had enough ice time to satisfy him, never had enough teammates putting shots on him, never had enough time one-on-one with the Sudbury Wolves goalie coach that gave him some sessions as a favour because he was his teammate Zack’s uncle. Because Zack told him that Thomas had ‘it’.

And if Thomas didn’t have ‘it’ before those sessions, he did after, that edge that nobody else his age had. Advice on his blocker hand, sure, but more important things: on eating a clean diet. On prioritizing mobility above everything else. On what he could play through, and what he couldn’t, and if he didn’t know, to take that time just to be safe. That his mental toughness was as important as his physical toughness, and then some.

He had teammates who would sneak time during the long drives to games in the surrounding towns, entertained by Game Boys, books, Pokémon cards, but Thomas had a bad case of motion sickness he didn’t manage to shake until he was in Juniors, and spent so much time on a bus it started to feel stranger not being in motion. Besides, he was already thinking about the game ahead.

But lack of practice or not, Thomas probably should not be doing worse than two fifth graders at Pictionary. Right after he was worse than them at Just Dance — ‘Uncle Vinny, you’re supposed to be an athlete’ was said, and his feelings are still a little hurt. Also worse at baking cookies, apparently, though all three efforts tasted pretty good to him.

“Can’t you do anything other than hockey?” Vanessa said, so offhand he knew it wasn’t meant to sting, but, of course, it stung anyway.

Thomas doesn’t know how to explain being so focused on one thing impoverishes everything else, and he definitely doesn’t know how to do it in an age appropriate way. It’s good, he thinks, that they don’t understand — at their age he’d already started cutting away parts of himself that didn’t, couldn’t fit. He couldn’t join any of the after school clubs, or play any other sport above house league level. No sleepovers, except with teammates, because he had practice first thing on weekend mornings. At a certain point it was just hockey. It had to be.

Vanessa and Olivia can be anything they want to be. Maybe not literally — there was a point he remembers Olivia wanted to be a mermaid, and he doesn’t know how achievable that goal is, though he does know if he ever brings it up Olivia will furiously deny that ever happened and then refuse to speak to him for the rest of the day.

But they have Fourns and Chloe as parents, two of the most supportive people Thomas has ever met, and Fourns had a long, successful NHL career, so money isn’t a barrier either. They can try everything, do what they’re good at, what they enjoy, what they love. Which is dancing to Rihanna, baking cookies, and hurting a poor goalie’s feelings.

That night, Thomas brings his batch of cookies home with him, because the girls didn’t want them, and eats three standing right at the kitchen island. They’re perfectly good cookies. He doesn’t know what they’re talking about.

Anton comes downstairs when Thomas is on cookie three, hair damp from the shower.

“Good day?” he asks, then says, “Cookies,” before Thomas can actually answer him, shoving one into his mouth.

“Good cookie,” Anton says, through a mouthful of crumbs, squeezing Thomas’ shoulder on his way to the fridge. He doesn’t even notice Thomas beaming at him, too busy investigating, probably because last time Thomas went to the Fourniers he brought back half a cake and two pizzas. The Fourniers don’t do leftovers.

Thomas doesn’t know if Anton would have even played hockey if he wasn’t Vladimir Petrov’s son. It’s not exactly something that could ever be tested. Anton’s been surrounded by hockey his whole life: he literally sat in the Stanley Cup before he ever got a pair of skates. Hockey wasn’t just an option, it was the option.

Anton loves it, Thomas knows that — he wouldn’t have gotten this far if he didn’t genuinely love hockey. Wouldn’t put up with hearing ‘as the son of the legendary Vladimir Petrov…’ if he didn’t love it, or the teammates he calls immature idiots, like he didn’t get into an elbow-off with Thomas over who got the last pancake just last week.

He definitely wouldn’t put up with the media if he could avoid it, and he likes meeting fans more than he pretends he does, especially when they’re kids, but he likes his privacy more, and nobody gets much of that in Montreal, not if they’re playing for the Habs.

Even Thomas finds it a little overwhelming at times, and he not only gets recognised less than Anton does, he loves meeting fans. It makes it feel real to him, when sometimes the practice-game-flight-repeat lulls him into taking it all for granted. There’s only so much time left before it’s all over, and Thomas doesn’t want to waste it.

He’ll probably need hobbies in retirement. Scratch probably: Thomas gets bored when they go three days between games.

And retirement isn’t that far away, he knows — every contract he’s depending on the Habs still wanting him. The minute they don’t, his choice is going to be retiring or going somewhere else, leaving behind his city, his team. Tony, who’d probably take it pretty personally. And that’s if Thomas could even bring himself to do it. He doesn’t think he could. But without hockey, he doesn’t know where that leaves him. Here, he guesses. Making subpar cookies.

“How were the monsters?” Anton says.

“They said my cookies sucked,” Thomas says.

“What?” Anton says, immediately outraged on Thomas’ behalf. “They’re good cookies!”

“I thought so!” Thomas says.

Anton grabs a second cookie, taking a big bite out of it.

“Good cookie!” he says through another mouthful of crumbs. Thomas doesn’t plaster himself against him right then just because he’s afraid the cookie might choke him. He waits for him to swallow.

#fic snippet #thomas vincent #anton petrov #vanessa fournier #olivia fournier #SOTM

[shoeboxgoblin]

What if I started blogging like I lived in the Sentinel Comics metaverse and everyone was already familiar with my blorbos

#shoebox speaks #sentinels of the multiverse #sotm

[swiftwaterprawn]

Fire and Glory

Cody's best friend is in trouble, so of course he answers the call. But in doing so, it plunges him into a situation he was not prepared for. Because Fox is no longer human, and all of Cody's carefully crafted walls to put distance between them are not so much torn down, as completely decimated.

Or: Cody/Fox, if Fox was a vampire.

Prompt fic for Clone Haven ship of the month. Each chapter title is the weekly prompt.

@clonehavensotm

#cloneshipping #commander cody #commander fox #vampire au #fanfic #sotm

[vertex-stan]

Don't hate me for speaking truth

#sentinels of the multiverse #sotm #baron blade #chairman pike #the chairman #biomancer #Ray Manta

[mamawasatesttube]

What was Cassie and Cissie’s wedding like in ur fic universe?

GOD this is such a good question they deserve an actual fic about it at some point but i don't know when i'll get there but augh!!!

they are THE butch/femme couple of all time. cissie is in a gorgeous dress (strapless and backless of course, we can't have cassie knowing how to put words into sentences properly on her wedding day); cassie's in a neatly-tailored tux, but she's doing that insanely hot thing where she's got the jacket over a real low cut top and a necklace instead of a button-down under it (turnabout is fair play, cissie).

kon is cassie's Dude Of Honor; anita is cissie's maid of honor!

cassie cries when cissie reads her vows. cissie doesn't, but she does gets so giddy she starts bouncing on her feet instead.

bart catches the bouquet.

bart immediately goes WAIT. i certainly don't want to get married next boo!! KON HERE TAKE THIS QUICK--

there are a bunch of cissie's civilian friends also there. cassie's identity is public (cissie's friends screamed when cissie was like yeaahhh so i'm dating. uh. you know wonder girl?) but lots of the other heroes' in attendance are not. one of cissie's friends points at tim like "so... who is that guy???" and cissie is like uhhhh don't worry about it!

kon also actually cries during the ceremony (they've grown up!!! his friends that he's known his whole life!!!! they're getting married!!! waaaaaa) but vehemently denies this

their first dance is a very elegant waltz that's fairly slow and not too elaborate because they both knew they'd need to factor in the way they'd be so busy staring at each other in awe

donna gives a speech that's overall very sweet and genuine but also does roast cassie for zapping herself with her own lasso once because cissie texted her and she was literally tripping over herself to get her phone out as fast as possible.

cissie gets a little tipsy on champagne at the reception and decides that cassie needs to carry her around for the rest of the night. ten minutes later she's like well okay that was a little silly of me but cassie's like nope i can't hear you i'm not putting you down :]

instead of a Just Married™ car to drive away in, cassie simply sweeps her into her arms and flies them away at the end of the night <3

#there is probably more to be said on the topic but i will end it here for now :) #cissiecassie #sotm #cissie #cassie